The Rich Family President’s Trying to Keep Up With his Second Marriage

"Yes." Ni Lehui nodded, the store manager refused to answer, and she was embarrassed to throw it on the ground.

"Mrs. Yan, would you like to ask what Mr. Yan means?" the store manager asked.

"No, my opinion is his opinion." Ni Lehui shook her head without even looking at Yan Yaoshun. Men are willing to buy expensive clothes for the sake of face. She is a woman and doesn't need any face.

"Mrs. Yan, are you really sure?" the store manager asked again, and Ni Lehui wanted to scold him. The store manager stretched out his hand to pick it up, and said: "It's a pity, but I have to make it clear. You quit. I won’t refund the dress."

"What are you talking about?" Ni Lehui retracted her hand, returning the dress without refunding the money. What is the reason?

"Really sorry…"

"No, the latter sentence." Ni Lehui interrupted the manager.

"I won't refund the money." The store manager said.

"Are you paying?" Ni Lehui looked at Yan Yaoshun, and when he nodded, Ni Lehui looked at the store manager again, her expression quite unpleasant: "How much?"

"One thousand... yuan." Under Yan Yaoshun's eyes, the store manager decisively said ten million yuan into one thousand yuan.

"It's only a thousand yuan, so cheap." Ni Lehui was surprised. She originally thought that there were not a few million that could not be bought, but she did not expect it to be only ten million. She could not afford a few million, and she could afford a thousand.

I remember that the dress prepared by my cousin cost tens of thousands of dollars. This one does not look worse than my cousin. Why is it so cheap?

"Really?" Ni Lehui couldn't believe it.

"Really." The store manager smiled and nodded.

"The copycat version." Ni Lehui smiled. The copycat version is the copycat version. There is no way. I really can't afford it. You can only buy the copycat version. If it is the copycat version, it costs one thousand yuan. Ni Lehui feels a bit of a loss, one thousand yuan. You can buy a popular brand-name skirt, and you can wear it out if you have anything to do, but this dress can only be worn on this formal occasion, and Ni Lehui feels a bit disadvantaged.

Yan Yaoshun glared at him. If she was there, he would definitely cut it into five hundred.

"Mrs. Yan really knows how to laugh." The store manager smiled. How could they buy the copycat version because their store is a foreign brand, and said: "Mr. Yan is a friend of our boss, and the boss gives Mr. Yan a friendship price. "

She told the lie and needs her to go round.

Ni Lehui smiled and walked out of the store holding Yan Yaoshun's hand. When he left the store, Ni Lehui looked around and let go of Yan Yaoshun. "Why don't you wait for me?"

"I don't understand." Yan Yaoshun raised his eyebrows, he really didn't understand what Ni Lehui was talking about.

"Payment." Ni Lehui glared at him, and said: "If you wait for me, maybe I'm still bargaining. They will sell us five hundred yuan. One thousand yuan is too bad."

Yan Yaoshun was completely speechless. He didn't dare to imagine her presence. Ten million was still a friendship price. The guy didn't intend to sell it. If it wasn't for him to buy, the guy would dare to insist on saying no, he would have to beat the guy.

"By the way, how could you as a chef know the owner of that restaurant?" Ni Lehui asked. She listened to the last words of the store manager, and ignored it because she was preparing to settle accounts after the autumn.

"Forgot." Yan Yaoshun didn't want to lie to her and didn't know how to explain it. She believed that he had no money, but he just didn't deny it. Silence doesn't mean acquiescence.

Ni Lehui didn't continue to ask, he said that he had forgotten, and asked for nothing, is it forbidden for the poor to have a local tyrant friend and relative?

Like her, the aunt's family is rich, but her family is not considered poor, denying that it is impossible for parents to immigrate to such a good place in Paris.

"Oh! It's a pity that a world-famous store will actually sell knockoffs. I really know that the store is not available!" Ni Lehui shook her head regretfully, knowing how expensive the dresses in that store are, she simply couldn't afford it. That's why she wanted to return the product with a cheeky face. She thought he hadn't paid, but she didn't expect him to pay.

Yan Yaoshun shook his head again and was speechless to Ni Lehui. If the guy knew that she said that his store was selling knockoffs, I really didn't know how angry that guy would be?

Yan Yaoshun glanced at Ni Lehui, stepped forward with a light mint fragrance, and walked away from Ni Lehui.

Ni Lehui froze for a moment, watching him leave the scene calmly and gracefully, looking at his background, she only felt as if she had had a dream.

The man Yan Yaoshun always gave her the illusion of seeing flowers in the mist. He couldn't understand or guess it. This man was like a mystery, and she couldn't understand it.

There are so many things that I don't understand, not just Yan Yaoshun.

Yan Yaoshun was depressed, Ni Lehui was thinking about something, and both of them were not in the mood to continue shopping and drove home.

The first time the two went shopping, it was not a pleasant one, and it was not a failure. On the contrary, it was really unexpected.

Ni Lehui was on weekends, and Yan Xiaoxiao took Ni Hanhan to travel with her aunt. Only she and Yan Yaoshun were left at home. If there weren't the aunts, she would not worry about handing Hanhan to Yan Xiaoxiao.

Yan Yaoshun was cooking in the kitchen and Ni Lehui was watching TV in the living room. When the doorbell rang suddenly, Ni Lehui raised her eyebrows, glanced out the window, and got up to open the door.

"Cousin." Yan Yaoshun was surprised and asked, "Did the hospital leave..."

"Can't you look forward to something good?" Wen Zhifan said angrily, entering the door to change shoes.

"No, you come to my house at this time. It's not something that happened in the hospital, but you can..."

"There is an accident in the hospital, I don't know if I call you, do I need to come to your house from the hospital myself?" Wen Zhifan glared at Ni Lehui.

"Then what are you doing at my house?" Ni Lehui asked.

"Cengfan, can't you?" Wen Zhifan was busy for a day, and finally got off work. Mom didn't want home, no one to cook, and he didn't want to eat outside. He thought that there was a chef in her house, so he drove to her decisively. The family meal is here.

Surprisingly, it was usually when she went to his house for a meal, and it was the first time he came to her house for a meal.

"Welcome, warm welcome." Ni Lehui asked after turning off, followed Wen Zhifan to the living room, and asked: "You come to my house to eat a meal, why don't you call first so I can let him cook more."

Isn't it accidental to come suddenly? An accident is an accident. What if he doesn't cook enough?

"What are you afraid of? If it's not enough, you will eat less. I have a small appetite." Wen Zhifan sat on the sofa, picked up the controller, and chose a table he likes to watch.

Ni Lehui glared at Wen Zhifan, then turned and walked to the kitchen.

"Who's here?" Yan Yaoshun asked, and he heard the doorbell ring.

"Cousin." Ni Lehui walked to the rice cooker, ready to open it to take a look.

"We haven't jumped yet, we can't reveal it." Yan Yaoshun stopped.

"Oh." Ni Lehui said, rubbing her hands, and asked: "Yan Yaoshun, my cousin is here to eat dinner, if you don't..."

"Enough." Yan Yaoshun interrupted Ni Lehui's words, Ni Lehui said, and Yan Yaoshun said again: "I cooked Hanhan and Xiaoxiao."

"They are not here." Ni Lehui said.

"Habits." Yan Yaoshun spit out two words on his thin lips.

Without her worries, Ni Lehui shook her head. "Habits are terrible."